"Eliot..." He mumbled softly, looking down at him for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Alright, but..." He sighed, trailing off. He shifted, pulling the towel down before reaching for the bottle of acid again. Once he had everything arrange like he had before he took a deep breath and filled the dropper again.

He leaned in, pouring the acid from the dropper in and then refilling it. Thankfully he could move quickly and he let both dropper fulls burn through him, tossing the dropper down without thinking as he pulled the bowl to him.

He let the acid burn just a few moments longer this time, praying to anyone who would listen that this did the trick. That this would allow Eliot to heal and get better because he didn't think he could watch him get any worse. Finally he took the wash cloth, pouring the water down into the wound again, rinsing it until it ran almost clear. The towel was back after that and he pressed, closing his eyes tightly.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, voice husky. He hurt. Well, he was upset because he'd had to hurt Eliot.